a young man by the name of jimmy lee jackson tried to protect his mother, shot in the stomach by a state trooper in a few days later he died at a local hospital. because of what happened to have, we decided to march from selma to montgomery. so march 7, in 1865, about this time of day, 600 of us have participated in a non-pilot workshop. we ran up to a 50 miles and selma to montgomery, to dramatize the nation and wrote the people of of color in alabama wanted to register to vote. during those days, i had all of my hair and a few pounds lighter. i was wearing a bat pack before it became fashionable to wear but tax. and they missed that part i had two books. i thought it was going to be arrested, go to jail, so wanted to have some thing to read. i had an apple and i had an orange. one apple and one orange. i wanted to do something to eat. i thought it was going to be in jail with my friends, my colleagues and neighbors. i wanted to be able to brush my teeth. as we were crossing the alabama river, my colleague walking beside me, a young man by the name of josÉ williams said to me, john, ca